Chapter 88

Don't think he doesn't know. That damn fox spirit, Torin, always looks at Lyra with that sly expression, as if trying to undress her with his eyes.

If he hadn't been keeping a close eye, the fox spirit might have confused Lyra, leading her to book a room together.

Maybe he would've become the third wheel, and a shiny green hat would be placed on his head.

So he had to keep an eye on them, absolutely not giving the fox spirit any chance!

Lyra disdainfully snorted, "Ronan, don't assume everyone is like you."

"Do you dare to say he's not like me?" Ronan instantly got irritated.

"He's not like me!"

"He's just like me, always wanting to have you!" Ronan asserted confidently.

"..."

How could Lyra forget? How could she compare Ronan's shamelessness?

Her cheeks blushed instantly, and she covered her face with a towel, "Snap," closing the bathroom door.

Ronan crossed his arms, standing outside the bathroom, confidently and loudly saying:

"All men are the same. I know exactly what he's thinking